Luyện nghe bài hát Black Market

(voice)
The year is 1994. Black Records, 2001 Records, and Doomsday Productions combine forces to create your favorite click.Make way for the hounds of the underground.
the fury.

i put my in my pocket
they jingle cuz they full of
and sometimes broke make
your father
but i got a better on myself
so i avoid played short like
an elf
bust a side her in the head
then all of yoke come runnin
out his egg
im to stack the grips that
let me hit this dick
cuz if i hit this ima shoot
me a
it(inhale,cough), bang bang,

5 minutes later the cops
im up shop for the black

so if i aim at your ass you a

told you i come, but i came

though im bay still
the niggas brains
if you go we gotta go i like
the 6'4
im GTA's it aint yours no

then i tell em to strip it
and nothing but the frame
im gon' sell my cousin the
gold
cop a and turn it over like a

mo money mo money for market

on the black market, x4

creepin, with swiftness in
the
there aint no stoppin a nigga

it nothin new,up under the
sun for days and
under the moon is i was born
and
and for life, nigga this aint no

i love it murderin mothafuckas in the
and deuced up ready to his
mark target
hooked up black market
now peep
gets deeper and deeper, the
doomstown grim reaper and
platinum, Mr Dr. Hung
we do yo ass in good for fun
15 inches in yo ass
take it and love it but i aint talkin bout no
14 suns and somthin you can assume
on the 15th marks my day for doom
buck em and fuck em with productions
eat clips and if i catch you fuckin with my grip
you your ass dead in a graveyard
and ima on my way

well if you see me chewin guts lowk
ya choke
i vomit when that pierced that babys throat
peep me eatin dead cock u trip cuz eatin pussy clit
i make ya sick but its that season so my reason is
im fits, i dream of eatin bloody pussy clits since i was 6
i fiend for pussy on my dick
i got the skits i dont give a fuck about yo biatch
that nigga thats from the killin up that cock so nigga..shiat
baby barbeque and guts and uh
dont me get the deep fryin baby nuts, sluts
get ate out like a and crooked teeth hurt
i that tampax string out and straight couldnt work
it wouldnt without that sicc
so page a nigga quick so i can serve you some of shit
and you murderin your bitch violently
ive been key for 20 minutes and feel killin on that nilla nilla
its infant killa
aint the mr doc D double O M
in heat
niggas im gone, i need dose of human meat
i lift the creed, and black death by the scene
as that nigga nigga that 9 to fucks you in yo sleep

we on the black market x4

you let yo upon my fo-fo
and every curve and my strap
as the tears roll
flash of life as you to black
if that gat all up in yo face
reminese of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo
replaced, it down to the south
get deep, think of moms at yo funeral broken, all of yo
its kinda crazy you lose all of these things so quick
and whats worse, nigga shot ya for the of it, yeah!
never id be the one to have you back on my hand
back with the mag!
that niggas life last
keep listening while i gotta get ya from yo to ya throat
dig that in ya neck watch ya bitch ass choke
no no joke im safe from pain all day
all im askin for your grip in exchange
one to the brain in the throat, out the
the big chrome gat, peeled cat release yourself
now ya niggas
one more mothafucka on the street from the Mr doc
straight to the brain with sicc ideas with black market
death murder when suck